The Best and Worst Documentaries of the Tribeca Film Festival


1. O.J.: Made in America

Perhaps it’s unfair to even compare this full presentation of ESPN’s forthcoming documentary miniseries to the rest of the fest’s non-fiction films – after all, at 450 minutes, it’s roughly five times the length of anything else on the slate, which allows director Ezra Edelman (Cutie and the Boxer, Magic and Bird) a far wider canvas to work with, and many more opportunities for the kind of depth and detail that most features can’t indulge. But the expansive length also affords him five times as many opportunities to fuck up, and this filmmaker never loses the thread, weaving the compelling narrative of not only the rise and fall (and fall, and fall) of a sports icon, but the inseparable story of the city where he spent most of his life, and the police culture there that so fatefully intertwined with a crime he probably committed. But there’s nothing so simple as innocent or guilty here, just as there wasn’t in that trial – with admirable precision and spellbinding clarity, Edelman tracks how all of these elements came together in that Los Angeles courtroom, and exploded on impact. (Read more here.)